This is the only image I have of the figure; before I
thought of them, perceiving a person that exists in the face of a play date
over a decade ago. No, I do not want to leave and get ice cream, I always mess
the memory up when I try.
I don’t have any of the images where you’re holding your
head on the floor with her thoughts running through your mind because I wasn’t
sure if it was really your desire for me to capture the moment, but to be
honest I loved you anyway. Even though I never saved any pictures of you, and
never had an explanation as to why I can’t read people and why everyone is so
much better than me -- I’m here, I’m the last thing you want to see and it’s
not your fault.
I think I’m taking a quiz in the blistering heat of the sun so
I can read people better, and the only ones in the room taking it with me are
hundreds of people from different walks of life; they all have your face. They
were all in the room taking the quiz and I wasn’t in the room because I was
crying. I was crying because I greeted you by saying goodbye and I’m sorry but
I’m still not over that. I think back to our plans and our hopes and dreams and
realize they were nothing more than hair caught in the drain, clogging out
everything else that needed to go away. This needed to go away.
It hasn’t gone away.